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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #75 on: March 05, 2017, 02:14:41 am »
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Arsenio grinned when he listened to the captain give an excuse as to why he didn't want to go and do his medical. He had heard a lot of excuses, and this might be near the top of the list of rememberable excuses. "The tomato diet is interesting, I agree. If I see any problems in your health, I'll be sure to take the 'tomato diet' into account." With that, Arsenio looked up at the other men in the room and smiled, simply nodding. "Gentlemen." Arsenio finished before leading the captain out of the mess and towards the turbolift.

Sickbay

As the two men arrived in sickbay, Arsenio lead Tyvon to an empty bio bed and then put his arm out towards it. "If you'd like to sit down." Arsenio said, taking a medical tricorder and then beginning to scan the captain. "So, how have you been enjoying the ship captain?" He asked, making conversation as he did the scans.

[Sickbay]

Tyvon sat down, and watched as the Doctor took the scanner and began his tests. "The ship's treating me well, but more importantly how's it treating the crew?" he asked. Without a healthy crew the best ship in the fleet was the worst ship in the fleet. He smelled the processed air, and began to regret his decision to slow course to the base for resupply. Everything was running short, even the extra air filters. Heavens only knew what would happen if a ship got stranded Tens of Thousands of light years from home... the other end of the galaxy. A terrifying thought indeed.

"You ever wonder what all is out there we don't know?" he asked, as he relaxed.


[Space]

The subspace anomalies that were being shown grew in number and intensity- the scanners of the Lexington could now track twenty different signatures, surrounding the ship's course as they converged at high warp- approximately warp 7. As they did so, the anomalies began emitting extreme amounts of tachyon radiaion- this was no natural phenominon. It was a trap.

Just then, the hull and ship shook as several mines struck and hit the nacelles of the ship, disabling one and damaging the second. The warp engines spun to zero as the anomalies showed themselves- 7 unidentified, hostile, green alien ships with giant birds painted on the lower hull, as the ships opened fire on the ship and boarding parties began attacking. Things had just gone sideways quickly. Weapons fire and screams began filling the corridors as the ships crew would have to scramble to respond.
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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #76 on: March 05, 2017, 04:00:17 am »
[Mess Hall]

d'Jada shrugged. 'My ship was once marooned in the Borderland with nothing but wing-slugs and our own waste. That's why Orion ships carry wing-slugs. You never run out of wing-slugs. No matter how much you might want to.' She chewed on said slugs, then decided this was a rather gross avenue of conversation.

'So, uh, anything I should know about human girls?' She quirked a smile for Grace, but shyly looked back to her salad, not sure how to begin.

[Cafeteria]

She was just about to reply when all of a sudden the ship shuddered violently, sending the young engineer tumbling to the floor. "I'll get back to you on that, Jada."
Grabbing her communicator, she barked over the screams of the red alert sirens.  she had barely regained her balance when suddenly, the ship lurched again violently, slamming her against the wall. Wincing slightly from the impact, she picked herself up and attempted to make her way down to Engineering.

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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #77 on: March 05, 2017, 04:20:18 am »

[Engineering]

Bota stepped through the entry to Engineering, thoughts of d'Jada still lingering in his mind.   He thought that he might like to get to know her better, but he had no idea how much of that desire was genuine, and how much was a side-effect of pheremonic intoxication.   It was terrible not to know.  Still, as bad as it was for him not to know, he imagined it was worse for her.  What was it like to go through life like that?  Never knowing if people truly liked you, or whether they were drawn to you purely as the result of biochemistry?

Later today, if he still felt a fondness for her, he'd write her an electronic message through the ship's intranet suggesting they share another meal together.  And perhaps the ship's doctor had some kind of counter-agent he could take to ensure that all of his responses to her were genuine.  He needed to get this quarter's physical accomplished, anyway, so he had a good excuse to visit sickbay.

But there was more to think about than his dating life.   The Commander had seemed amenable to his intermix ideas, and he needed to get his materials assembled and ready for her to-

The Engine room became momentarily shrouded in darkness.  Bota felt his feet lift up off of the deck, and then the lights came back on.  He saw that his body was in forward rotation through the air, as though the gravity had been deactivated and some troublemaking imp had given him a push. 

"Is this happening," he asked himself.   The world seemed to be moving in slow-motion.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a row of fuses detonate. 

"We just replaced one of those," he thought. 

He continued his revolution through the air as sparks and shrapnel flung themselves through the air like fiery bullets.  Crewman Fujita was peppered by a dozen fragments, and blood blossomed like scarlet flowers upon his uniform.

A scream filled the air.  It was loud and long.  Was it poor Fujita?  No... Fujita was dead.  As Bota sailed through the air, he could see with crystal clarity that the light was dying in Fujita's eyes.  He hadn't known you could see someone die like that, from one second to the next. 

Red lights began flashing across all of the engineering display consoles.  It was an impossible array of failures.  EPS conduit ruptures.  Flow Protection Overloads.  Nacelle Coil Misalignment.  Injector Failure.  Dilithium Fracture. 

They couldn't all be true.  The kind of damage on display could only be the result of a catastrophic damage event.  From an external source.  Unless hell had decided to manifest and devour the ship, there was no way so many failures could happen simultaneously. 

He was upside down, now.  It seemed like it would be a long way to the floor. 

Fujita was flying backwards with the kinetic energy of the shrapnel that had struck him.   Fire suppression systems kicked on, spraying jets of foam on erupting consoles and equipment.   Fujita's head fell through one of the jets of foam, getting coated in a glistening material.  Then his glistening head struck a bulkhead, breaking open like a ripe melon.   Blood mingled with suppressive foam in a ghastly milkshake.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Bota thought.   He was descending, now.  The deck was rising up to kiss him.

It was bound to be an uncomfortable kiss.

He felt his body crash to the deck.   There was no pain in it.  He was sure that would come later.   Rather than worry about pain, he listened for the sound of his bones breaking.  He felt strangely removed from the events going on around him.

Shock.  He was in some kind of shock.

As he listened for the sound of his own breaking bones, the screaming in the air seemed to get louder. 

"Oh," he thought as a realization struck him, and he almost wanted to laugh, "that's me.  I'm screaming."

Why was he screaming?  The answer came to him:  "I'm screaming because this is horrible and people are dying and I've been thrown a half-dozen feet through the air and every system on the ship seems to be failing."

Yes, well, that was a good reason to scream.

But he should probably stop, now.

The screaming died in his throat.   He pushed himself off of the deck.  There was some blood on his arms, but he didn't have time for that, now.  The engineering crew were standing in shock or laying about in various states of injury and confusion.

"Everyone, get up and get moving," he shouted the order.   Some people wouldn't be able to get up, but his orders weren't for them. 

He glanced at the damage display board.  Best to assume it was all really happening.  "The mains are hit.  Get the Auxiliaries working and switch flow into the secondary lines.  Fritz and Hendrix, check for continuity and swap those EPS fuses.  Junta, cut output to the nacelles.  We have a coil misalignment, and that needs to be addressed before anyone tries to get us back to warp."

A voice came over his communicator.



In choosing the communicator over the intercom, the Commander was showing her experience.  Intercoms couldn't be relied upon during a catastrophic damage event.   At such times, it was best to use independent systems.  Bota took out his own communicator and activated it.  He tied in a signal to the bridge as well, so that they could get a full picture of what was going wrong with the ship.

=/\= "We have nacelle damage, primary EPS systems failure, antimatter injector failure, and a crack in the dilithium crystal.  We're working to get auxiliary power online, which will give us Impulse, weapons, and hull plating.  I'm pulling the injector, and then I could use a hand re-aligning the cradle in the warp core to avoid the fissure.  Once we've done that, we'll be able to get warp back online.  Be aware that I'm also reading multiple hull breaches and emergency bulkhead activations.  Something chewed us up, but I don't know what." =/\=

Hendrix called down from the fuse manifold, where he and Fritz had been working furiously.  "The fuses are swapped, Sir.  We have auxiliary power back online."

=/\= "I've just got confirmation.  Auxiliary power is live.  And for now, so are we." =/\=

Well... most of them were.   A pool of congealing claret had formed around Fujita's empty head.   

Bota felt bile rising in his throat.

Later.  He could get sick later.  Right now, there was work to do.

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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #78 on: March 05, 2017, 04:45:58 am »
[Mess Hall]

d'Jada had looked back to Grace, then over her shoulder, eyes widening in shock and horror at what materialised off the bow of the Lexington. A terror out of Orion history. Leaping to her feet, she swore in her native Kolari, then yelled 'Raptor ships!' Her warning came immediately before it actually happened, such was the suddenness of the attack, though only d'Jada could have expected that.

She helped Grace up, and warned the senior officers in the Mess 'We're in trouble!'

And, too late, they already were. Hearing the cries in the corridor, d'Jada whipped up her lunch tray, slugs and tomato chunks spilling everywhere, and held her fork between middle and ring fingers as an improvised punching dagger. Even armed thus, she would go to war. The raptoran ships had returned and she would fight tooth and nail to survive them. And she would fight tooth and nail to slay them all in vengeance.

The athletic Orion vaulted a table and dashed to the door, just as it slid open, revealing a glimpse of warrior in padded armour with a gleaming, hawk-like, face-covering helm, a disruptor pistol raised. Reacting faster, d'Jada slammed the tray over the pistol–it took the blast, disintegrating in her hand–as her right arm pumped rapidly in and out of his gut, brutally shivving the raptoran warrior to death. She lost her fork in his gut before he fell back, dead. d'Jada covered her eyes and face as he instantly vaporised.

d'Jada reached under her uniform, deftly pulling free a wicked Orion knife. Much better. She peered out the door. 'If we're going anywhere, we'll have to be quick. Maybe you could follow me.' she suggested to Grace.

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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #79 on: March 05, 2017, 05:55:34 am »
[Cafeteria]

Everything seemed to happen at once to Grace. A masked warrior suddenly appeared and in a matter of moments was dispatched by Jada, who wielded her fork with deadly force and precision.   Still stunned from getting pounded into the wall, she watched as the masked warrior suddenly vaporized, leaving little more than a charred smudge where his boots were.


d'Jada reached under her uniform, deftly pulling free a wicked Orion knife. Much better. She peered out the door. 'If we're going anywhere, we'll have to be quick. Maybe you could follow me.' she suggested to Grace.


Grace nodded at the Orion woman. There were likely to be more of these goons onboard than just this guy, and it was better safe than sorry. Grabbing a hefty spanner wrench from the utility pack she always carried, she indicated that she was ready. It wasn't much in the way of a weapon, but it was certainly the best she could come up on a moment's notice.
 
Her communicator vibrated. It was Bota with the report.


=/\= "We have nacelle damage, primary EPS systems failure, antimatter injector failure, and a crack in the dilithium crystal.  We're working to get auxiliary power online, which will give us Impulse, weapons, and hull plating.  I'm pulling the injector, and then I could use a hand re-aligning the cradle in the warp core to avoid the fissure.  Once we've done that, we'll be able to get warp back online.  Be aware that I'm also reading multiple hull breaches and emergency bulkhead activations.  Something chewed us up, but I don't know what." =/\=

Hendrix called down from the fuse manifold, where he and Fritz had been working furiously.  "The fuses are swapped, Sir.  We have auxiliary power back online."

=/\= "I've just got confirmation.  Auxiliary power is live.  And for now, so are we." =/\=


That definitely was not good. What was so powerful that it could bang up a top-of-the-line ship like it was little more than a tin can?
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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #80 on: March 05, 2017, 06:23:01 am »
[Mess hall]

One of the pointy goons appeared behind a crewman. Sadly, the crewman had not seen it coming, but D'Vid had to witness it. The pointy ear goon pressed its trigger and a greenish red beam shot from the hand weapon of pointy ear goon. The poor crewman was vaporized in the spot.

D'Vid eye brows shot up and he slid back to the kitchen. Hoping that the elf type human had not seen him. Poorly enough, the elf one indeed had seen D'Vid duck back in the kitchen.

The individual spun around to shoot at the Chef's direction. The green ray of light had gone through the window of the wall. The beam struck a plate of tomatoes.

D'Vid had quickly went down to his knees to grab two latches with both hands. It was time to pull old "Betsy" a plasma rifle with a punch. He had smuggled it in. There was a reason for it. Funny, that day had happened.

The Pointy One was running for cover next to the door of the kitchen. The humanoid was not dumb enough to leave whatever it was in the other room. It had not know what he had seen. He had served on the enemy ship for some time. He too had his special training from his own military leadership occult.

D'Vid grabbed the rifle out of the lower storage area. He was clever to store it there. Just in a naked of a second D'Vid saw the weapon pointing right at him. The same time D'Vid quickly rolled behind a counter. That was a mistake. That shoulder issue he had just came to happen. He cringed his teeth. It was the reason he was unable to be a full fledge Starfleet personal.

The pointy one weapon fired and missed the spot where D'Vid was. That was when D'Vid lifted his head up, with the all the pain in the universe, he fought to fire that man. The pulse weapon's barrels shot out a green blast of much power. It had sent D'Vid screaming in pain as he losing the grip of his weapon that could potential be what he needed to fight these pointy ear ones. The pain his shoulder was very bad, but as a Chef of a ship he had to say.

"NO BODY GONNA TAKE MY PATRONS AWAY FROM ME....If it kills me!" he said. Then thought, God I had always wanted to say that. That made him laugh cause he had a funny sense of humor.


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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #81 on: March 05, 2017, 09:39:18 am »
[Sickbay]

Tyvon sat down, and watched as the Doctor took the scanner and began his tests. "The ship's treating me well, but more importantly how's it treating the crew?" he asked. Without a healthy crew the best ship in the fleet was the worst ship in the fleet. He smelled the processed air, and began to regret his decision to slow course to the base for resupply. Everything was running short, even the extra air filters. Heavens only knew what would happen if a ship got stranded Tens of Thousands of light years from home... the other end of the galaxy. A terrifying thought indeed.

"You ever wonder what all is out there we don't know?" he asked, as he relaxed.


[Space]

The subspace anomalies that were being shown grew in number and intensity- the scanners of the Lexington could now track twenty different signatures, surrounding the ship's course as they converged at high warp- approximately warp 7. As they did so, the anomalies began emitting extreme amounts of tachyon radiaion- this was no natural phenominon. It was a trap.

Just then, the hull and ship shook as several mines struck and hit the nacelles of the ship, disabling one and damaging the second. The warp engines spun to zero as the anomalies showed themselves- 7 unidentified, hostile, green alien ships with giant birds painted on the lower hull, as the ships opened fire on the ship and boarding parties began attacking. Things had just gone sideways quickly. Weapons fire and screams began filling the corridors as the ships crew would have to scramble to respond.

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"Well I'm glad to tell you your crew is healthy, I'm not sure that anyone has had anything bad wrong with them. Maybe a few minor injuries but other than that it's been fine." Arsenio paused for a moment, then answered his second question. "Yeah sometimes I do wonder what's out the-"

Arsenio was cut off as the ship started to shake and an ensign was thrown to the ground, hitting his head heavily on the wall in the process. The red alert sirens begun to sound. "Get that man onto a bed and lock the doors. Don't let anyone in unless they're part of Starfleet!" Arsenio shouted, pushing the tricorder to the side and then looking at the captain.

"I reckon there's people boarding so I'd stay if I was you." He paused for a moment and then continued. "And if it's ok, I'd like a couple members of security to guard the Sickbay." He finished.

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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #82 on: March 06, 2017, 05:08:47 am »
[Mess Hall Madness]

Rho grabbed up a shiny baking tray and raged into the chaos of the mess hall. She swung it ahead of her and managed to deflect a few phaser shots. A particularly fortuitous blow caught one of the attackers across the face, and he dropped his weapon stunned.

"Waste not, want not. All I wanted was some damn coffee. But some cachu aliens wanna invade all uncivilized like."

She grabbed up his weapon and rolled into cover and fired off a few shots. One hit dead center, incinerating an attacker. She continued her rant, hardly slipping a beat.

"Can't just pop in for a cuppa and polite conversation."

She threw a forgotten plate of tomatoes and toast as a distraction. Whoever they were, food based warfare seemed unfamiliar to them. She blasted another one and took a moment's reprieve to contact the captain. She slapped the comlink panel nearest to her.

=/\="Commander Maddux to Captain Tyvon, we've got a fire fight in the mess. We're holding our own, but I thought I'd keep you appraised."=/\=

A quick press of buttons changed the comlink frequency. She fired off a blast over her shoulder and quickly spoke.

=/\="Commander Maddux to the Bridge, there's an invasion force in the mess. I need a detachment of security and MACOs! Alert Sickbay for casualties."=/\=

She had no chance to hear a response as a phaser blast destroyed the panel, coming dangerously close to her head.
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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #83 on: March 06, 2017, 12:37:55 pm »
[Mess Hall]

As more surprise intruders appeared, materialising out of the air, d'Jada slashed her knife and wicked loops, opening an enemy throat beneath the helm and piercing a belly above the groin in one deft action. As her opponent died and promptly vaporised, d'Jada looked around, impressed as the crew dealt with the others. Good – these humans weren't so weak and floppy as they seemed after all. But their courage would never be enough. There was only one way to win this fight.

Commander Maddux was highest ranking and taking charge, with a line to the Bridge, so d'Jada addressed her. The Orion exchange officer was nominally in Security and there to offer advice just like this. 'Ma'am. My people have encountered these monsters before. We would run, and keep running until the other side of the sector, and never return.' It seemed an unlikely suggestion for the proud alien warrior, but there was no shame in backing off from unbeatable odds, and there was honour in saving one's crew and living to tell about it.
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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #84 on: March 06, 2017, 12:42:27 pm »

[Space]

The subspace anomalies that were being shown grew in number and intensity- the scanners of the Lexington could now track twenty different signatures, surrounding the ship's course as they converged at high warp- approximately warp 7. As they did so, the anomalies began emitting extreme amounts of tachyon radiaion- this was no natural phenominon. It was a trap.

Just then, the hull and ship shook as several mines struck and hit the nacelles of the ship, disabling one and damaging the second. The warp engines spun to zero as the anomalies showed themselves- 7 unidentified, hostile, green alien ships with giant birds painted on the lower hull, as the ships opened fire on the ship and boarding parties began attacking. Things had just gone sideways quickly. Weapons fire and screams began filling the corridors as the ships crew would have to scramble to respond.


[Bridge]

Mahak gripped the arm rests on the captain's chair as the Lexington was rocked by the explosions. Several consoles shorted out, showering the bridge with sparks.

"Damage report!" The Vulcan exclaimed to the bridge as a whole. He leaned down to the chair's comm. "=/\=Captain Tyvon? Report to the bridge.=/\="

[Mess Hall Madness]

=/\="Commander Maddux to the Bridge, there's an invasion force in the mess. I need a detachment of security and MACOs! Alert Sickbay for casualties."=/\=


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"=/\=Acknowledged.=/\=" Mahak said. "=/\=Security and MACO teams, intruder alert in the Mess Hall.=/\="
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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #85 on: March 06, 2017, 05:45:00 pm »
[Mess Hall]

When the ship unexpectedly rocked with the first explosions, Thomas had fallen out of his seat onto the deck, hurting moreso his pride than his posterior. Halfway back to standing, he could only watch as their Orion exchange counterpart took on one of their attackers at the door; he was too far away to help or do any good. And since they hadn't been at an alert status, he also was didn't have his duty belt or sidearm; both were locked away one deck below in the armory.

What he did have was a non-issue 'good luck' gift that his father had given him when he first enlisted, sheathed at his boot. As he found his footing and rose back up, Thomas had that same gift gripped in his hand, a viciously curved knife called a karambit. Meant for close quarters, it tasted blood in anger for the first time, slicing through an alien neck who had the misfortune of materializing behind Thomas. Relieving the gurgling owner of his rifle before he could vaporize, he tossed it over to Kaeti before looking around.

Although caught with their pants down, they had been lucky. The alien boarders hadn't taken into account just how busy the mess hall would be, and had been overwhelmed by sheer numbers. A confounding gaggle of chairs, tables, spilt dinners, and grappling bodies worked in the good guys' favour. The situation, at least in their little room, seemed more or less contained.


=/\="Commander Maddux to the Bridge, there's an invasion force in the mess. I need a detachment of security and MACOs! Alert Sickbay for casualties."=/\=

She had no chance to hear a response as a phaser blast destroyed the panel, coming dangerously close to her head.

"Ma'am, I reckon there's an invasion force everywhere." Thomas quipped, collecting himself before diving forwards into a roll, coming up behind an attacker to bring his knife across and rip through it's achilles tendons. Or at least where they should be. Didn't seem to really matter, seeing as how it was finished off by a crewmember who drove a dinner knife into it's eye. "What are your orders, Ma'am?"

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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #86 on: March 06, 2017, 09:20:59 pm »
[Mess Hall]

When the ship unexpectedly rocked with the first explosions, Thomas had fallen out of his seat onto the deck, hurting moreso his pride than his posterior. Halfway back to standing, he could only watch as their Orion exchange counterpart took on one of their attackers at the door; he was too far away to help or do any good. And since they hadn't been at an alert status, he also was didn't have his duty belt or sidearm; both were locked away one deck below in the armory.

What he did have was a non-issue 'good luck' gift that his father had given him when he first enlisted, sheathed at his boot. As he found his footing and rose back up, Thomas had that same gift gripped in his hand, a viciously curved knife called a karambit. Meant for close quarters, it tasted blood in anger for the first time, slicing through an alien neck who had the misfortune of materializing behind Thomas. Relieving the gurgling owner of his rifle before he could vaporize, he tossed it over to Kaeti before looking around.

Although caught with their pants down, they had been lucky. The alien boarders hadn't taken into account just how busy the mess hall would be, and had been overwhelmed by sheer numbers. A confounding gaggle of chairs, tables, spilt dinners, and grappling bodies worked in the good guys' favour. The situation, at least in their little room, seemed more or less contained.

"Ma'am, I reckon there's an invasion force everywhere." Thomas quipped, collecting himself before diving forwards into a roll, coming up behind an attacker to bring his knife across and rip through it's achilles tendons. Or at least where they should be. Didn't seem to really matter, seeing as how it was finished off by a crewmember who drove a dinner knife into it's eye. "What are your orders, Ma'am?"

Kaeti had been as taken back as the sarge, although not as far falling out of her seat the tablet she was holding flew across the room.  She'd left her seat and had crouched low as Thomas had dealt with one of their would be attackers, and she took the rifle gratefully. She had a few seconds to examine the weapon. On the surface it seemed similar to their rifles, and a gentle squeeze of the trigger mechanism revealed it fired the same too. "Cheers sarge!"

Still crouched at the far side of the hall she sighted the rifle and fired several rounds into the abdomen of the next would be attacker. Not several seconds later another tried their luck, somewhat more cautiously this time however. Kaeti fired several rounds managing to clip his shoulder, but seconds later he tried to duck out again. Like the first he went down to a fusillade of well placed center of mass shots.

"COVERING THE DOOR!" Kaeti shouted as she ran forward to the other side of the room. Briefly she managed to glimpse the sarge finishing his second victim. She took position on the left hand side of the door and started sending green flashes down either side of the corridor. The masked men instinctivley ducked back and partially retreated down the hall.
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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #87 on: March 06, 2017, 11:41:36 pm »
[Space]

The subspace anomalies that were being shown grew in number and intensity- the scanners of the Lexington could now track twenty different signatures, surrounding the ship's course as they converged at high warp- approximately warp 7. As they did so, the anomalies began emitting extreme amounts of tachyon radiaion- this was no natural phenominon. It was a trap.

Just then, the hull and ship shook as several mines struck and hit the nacelles of the ship, disabling one and damaging the second. The warp engines spun to zero as the anomalies showed themselves- 7 unidentified, hostile, green alien ships with giant birds painted on the lower hull, as the ships opened fire on the ship and boarding parties began attacking. Things had just gone sideways quickly. Weapons fire and screams began filling the corridors as the ships crew would have to scramble to respond.

[Bridge]

Mahak gripped the arm rests on the captain's chair as the Lexington was rocked by the explosions. Several consoles shorted out, showering the bridge with sparks.

"Damage report!" The Vulcan exclaimed to the bridge as a whole. He leaned down to the chair's comm. "=/\=Captain Tyvon? Report to the bridge.=/\="


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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #88 on: March 07, 2017, 06:40:08 am »
[Mess Hall Madness]

Rho grabbed up a shiny baking tray and raged into the chaos of the mess hall. She swung it ahead of her and managed to deflect a few phaser shots. A particularly fortuitous blow caught one of the attackers across the face, and he dropped his weapon stunned.

"Waste not, want not. All I wanted was some damn coffee. But some cachu aliens wanna invade all uncivilized like."

She grabbed up his weapon and rolled into cover and fired off a few shots. One hit dead center, incinerating an attacker. She continued her rant, hardly slipping a beat.

"Can't just pop in for a cuppa and polite conversation."

She threw a forgotten plate of tomatoes and toast as a distraction. Whoever they were, food based warfare seemed unfamiliar to them. She blasted another one and took a moment's reprieve to contact the captain. She slapped the comlink panel nearest to her.

=/\="Commander Maddux to Captain Tyvon, we've got a fire fight in the mess. We're holding our own, but I thought I'd keep you appraised."=/\=

A quick press of buttons changed the comlink frequency. She fired off a blast over her shoulder and quickly spoke.

=/\="Commander Maddux to the Bridge, there's an invasion force in the mess. I need a detachment of security and MACOs! Alert Sickbay for casualties."=/\=

She had no chance to hear a response as a phaser blast destroyed the panel, coming dangerously close to her head.

[Mess hall]

"DAMN IT!" D'Vid yelled back. "They want the coffee!" he was smiling ear to ear. It would be fun if his right shoulder was not acting up on him again.

Someone had hit him behind the head with a butt of his weapon. D'Vid saw bright light and he went down with his weapon beside him. The enemy had not know it was a good weapon, but it just ignored it leaving beside the fallen Chef.

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Re: NX Mission: The First Casualty
« Reply #89 on: March 07, 2017, 01:13:31 pm »
Sickbay

"Well I'm glad to tell you your crew is healthy, I'm not sure that anyone has had anything bad wrong with them. Maybe a few minor injuries but other than that it's been fine." Arsenio paused for a moment, then answered his second question. "Yeah sometimes I do wonder what's out the-"

Arsenio was cut off as the ship started to shake and an ensign was thrown to the ground, hitting his head heavily on the wall in the process. The red alert sirens begun to sound. "Get that man onto a bed and lock the doors. Don't let anyone in unless they're part of Starfleet!" Arsenio shouted, pushing the tricorder to the side and then looking at the captain.

"I reckon there's people boarding so I'd stay if I was you." He paused for a moment and then continued. "And if it's ok, I'd like a couple members of security to guard the Sickbay." He finished.

[Sickbay]

As everything went violently wrong, Tyvon found himself thrown to a bulkhead where he heard a hail for him. As the Doctor went into triage mode, Tyvon hit the comms panel and heard the message.

[Mess Hall Madness]
=/\="Commander Maddux to Captain Tyvon, we've got a fire fight in the mess. We're holding our own, but I thought I'd keep you appraised."=/\=

=/\= This is the Captain. I copy, hold that mess. Get yourselves to safety, we're under attack.=/\= he said, his anger flaring toward the aliens. Another message hit him, and he punched the panel twice to switch to the channel from the bridge.

[Bridge]
"Damage report!" The Vulcan exclaimed to the bridge as a whole. He leaned down to the chair's comm. "=/\=Captain Tyvon? Report to the bridge.=/\="

=/\= This is Tyvon, I copy. Get us to that Nebula, that should at least put us on even ground, maybe we can lose them... Who are they?=/\= he asked, as a masked figure attacked sickbay.

He dived as a security guard, one of three, was hit, and went down. He seemed alive, but badly injured. The captain grabbed the downed man's sidearm, one of the new phase pistols, and let fly a discharge of deadly energy, killing the man who then disintegrated in front of him.

He tapped the panel, broadcasting to every corner of the ship.

=/\= This is the Captain. All hands repel boarders.=/\= he said, a command that would likely fall on the ears of those who were already in the process of repelling boarders.

He turned to the Doctor. "I'm on my way to the bridge. Keep me updated." he said, as he left the bay at a run, firing as needed as a seemingly unlimited number of attackers appeared randomly.
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